CHIARA
The next thing I felt was his hands around my tummy pressing me further to himself and then warm wet lips dropping kisses on my back. Going up, gently, ever so slowly, making me arch my back for more. His wicked tongue licked across it until it landed on my nape. His hand wrapped around the front of my neck while dropping wet kisses on my nape, the scarf standing in between the pleasure.
My mouth went dry. I bit my lower lip hard. I should go! I pulled off his hands, got up. Our eyes deeply hazed as our chest heaved up and down in sync. I reached for the scarf around my neck and dropped it down and then released the bun, my hair flowed down. He leaned back, manspreading himself on the couch, his lips parted and eyes never living mine.
The little distance between us felt like a torture. I moved with speed and straddled him. His hands found my waist and fondled my body like it wasn't its first time to. No words were needed to convey the hideous feelings that transpired between our bodies.
It was like the rest of the people in the hall disappeared and it was only us in it. He trailed kisses on my shoulder up until my collarbone and sucked it hard. While I stifled a moan. I threw my head back, giving him more access and he wasted no time catching up.
He held both of my hands captive behind my back and then began to feast on my neck. Kissing, grazing his teeth and sucking like a professional man whore. He was growing and tempting me to grind myself against him.
I was losing my senses, and I liked it. Every part of it. His lips on my body, his strong hold locking my hands from reaching up at him. And this dim booth where nobody knew what kind of wickedness was transpiring between us. I leaned down wanting more. He turned his face away before I could kiss his lips, as though I suddenly turned into a horrifying plague.
We both froze, as though woken up from our little fantasy dream. Staring at each other with heavy breaths. This was a second fucking time! Why? My heart clenched and why the fuck were my eyes suddenly burning?
I was out of my mind for a moment, clearly. I pushed his hands off me and stood up. Adjusting my dress and picking up my purse. I spared him a last glance and started to walk off. My steps were stopped by his strong hold on my wrist. I turned to him, a second away from snapping. "What do you think you're doing?" I cocked my head to the side, looking at our hands. "I'm sorry about—" I cut him off, "This was a mistake. Get your hands off me. Now." His eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Do I have to break it for you to let go? Mhm?" I asked. His nose flared and let go of me.
I stormed out of the booth and then past the empty corridor. Not turning back until I was at the spot I was hinted to be the second I entered this hall. Before Carmelo appeared and wreaked havoc in my head. I leaned back against the wall and shut my eyes. I breathed in and out until I could feel my mind returning to me. My face hardened. I walked to the end of the corridor, and there was a long suitcase for me. I opened the purse, took out my gloves and wore them.
I opened the case next, took out the rifle and assembled it. After connecting the silencer, I stood up and positioned myself at the darkest spot of the corridor and pulled up the rifle. I took a deep breath and tried to sight. I almost missed what I came here to do. I could only imagine what Antonio would've done this time around since he already took everything valuable from me.
My eyes blurred, "Fuck! Pull yourself together, Chiara." I mumbled and blinked my eyes several times before watching the man again. He was picking up a glass to his lips while a young lady, enough to be his granddaughter, laughed along with him. Sitting on his lap in submission while he groped her with his free hand.
I pulled the trigger and released it before the glass touched his lips. The bullet defied the air and pierced his skull causing his head to fall low the next second. The lady who was with him let out a shriek. I placed the rifle back on the case, positioned it where I'd found it, picked up my purse and headed for the stairs.
I came in contact with a bunch of guards, heading where I'd come from. Fuck! "Oh my God! Help!" I screamed and one of them held me. "Are you alright ma'am!" he asked. I shook my head vehemently, tearing up. "No! I think someone was shot! I just came out of the washroom and—and—I think I ran into a masked man! He had a gun!" "Where did he go?" One of them asked. "That way!" I pointed in the same direction I'd been to.
The one who looked like their leader motioned for the others to head there while he consoled me. "Will you be okay, Ma'am?" he asked with so much concern, I almost pitied him. "Yes, I think so," I replied, sniffling. "Then hurry and exit the hall as quickly as you can." He said. "Oh dear! Okay, okay." I said and ascended the rest of the stairs, wiping the tears and heading straight to the exit.
My driver was already there waiting for me. I opened the door and almost entered when a voice stopped me. "Chiara!" I turned to the exit and found him standing there. He started to walk toward me. I gave him a last glance before sitting down in the car and slammed the door. "Drive!" I barked and never turned back to watch the man. I couldn't even explain why the fuck I was so angry at him. What could we possibly talk about? That I tried to kiss him for a second time and failed because he wouldn't let me? Being ashamed of myself was an understatement but I wasn't that desperate either.